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The Spirit of Go
It wasn't until five years later, when the carp flags were again flying high all over the city, that Hikaru decided it was time to tell his long-time rival the truth. "Shindou." Akira caught Hikaru on the rooftop of the Go Institute, leaning against a side railing with his back turned towards the door, looking out into the city's rooftops. The roof was fenceless with shallow railing, and was usually locked—Akira had no idea how Hikaru got access, but it didn't surprise him that somehow Hikaru found a way. "Hey, Touya." Hikaru turned around, and acknowledged his rival with a friendly wave. "How did your match with Kurata-san go?" "It
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From Victor to Yuri
Dear Yuri, You’re right. I do want to go back to ice-skating. I was uninspired before, but you and Yurio have surprised me. When I saw Yurio break my world record in the short program, I did feel like I want to defend it. I felt that I am proud to have choreographed his program, but I am not done yet. Victor Nikiforov isn’t dead. I am still a competitive figure skater, and that part of me is still there. But when you told me you’re retiring, I got mad. How can you tell me to go back to the ice and say you’re retiring! If you retire, it would be as if all the time I invested in you, all the emotions I’ve put int
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Piggy Bank
In first grade, my teacher told me the best way to get rich was to write down all the words I’ve never seen before on pieces of scratch paper and put them into a piggy bank Since then, I’ve been a collector of words— Chinese characters on the dusty Beijing street signs English letters highlighted in children’s books on the thick, soft carpet of the ESL classroom French conjugations scribbled on an assignment completed five minutes before the start of 5th period Japanese words discovered in the Digimon character songs and sung offkey in karaoke rooms And the occasional “schadenfreude” and “hasta
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Trophy
The polish is gold On my first trophy From a 7-year-old chess tournament It sits on a shelf, a queen Glaring down the right side of your bed The second one, silver, An ice-skating competition Freely-falling on thin ice I twirled with you within me A senseless, beautiful dance You grew mad at the third And threw my face against the copper ground I had conquered her Yet you conquered me “P=F/A”, you said, As you pounded my knuckles against the door The verdict: this cage is not mine, Because I am a fish, and not a bird, So I asked for some water and drank All eight gallons of it at once If you wanted a trophy You didn’t
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Something About Spring
i. In which I don't sleep (I watch) Beneath thick eyebrows Midnight eyes smile; flutter shut Dandelion wings ii. In which I'm not cliche (just happy) I kissed you. No stars. No words. Just warm. (Like a blanket.) iii. In which a word is redefined (which word?) At sunrise, he told me, "Anger is a form of love" As tears burnt my cheeks.
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To a Fish, I'm not drowning
Deep breath, and dive Into your blue jacket I swim, like an underwater cave explorer Discovering Your breath on my back (oxygen)
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To the Sunset, Whom I Always Seem to Miss
What is it about you that is so elusive? Because heaven knows that you burn it up every day A cool, red bloodbath above the horizon And like mercy (or like god, whom I do not know if I believe in (but I believe)) You give away to the night, let darkness take the reins for a while And drive away to tomorrow's conquests and defeats The sunflowers are your loyal followers, and I cannot help but gaze Upon the radiance reflected in the startling burst of yellow buds As if overwhelmed with happiness from a distant memory You're always there in the photosynthesis of the leaves The soft green buds of spring who are courageous against you Facing you
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Love Watching Madness
That summer day when I left you, I forgot to say that You have given me the greatest treasure One that made drowning--the images floating in my lungs, gargling saltwater, silence filling the deep blue--worth it The electricity between our fingers, remember? Electrons moved, but came--finally--to rest, Untouched, and, Forgiven Perchance, what makes the flowers bloom Is not the bees' dance but the sun's kisses And the water, watching softly The thirsty blossoms Time is patient, and so are you. It is spring again.
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Awareness
Your footsteps come with the spring The melting brooks over pavement, The dancing leaves My heart listens, softly; it does not linger. Perhaps, the wind whispers, after you, "Thank you for passing."
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A Song for the Wintry Night
Will you meet me by the moonlight In the embrace of midnight And everything I ever knew Is lost to you? Will you meet me by the lamppost Where brilliant the snow glows And sing me a lullaby So I know I'm home? Will you meet me in the darkness And sing me a song And hold me against the cold? Will you twirl me in the sky And spin me in the stars So I know I love you so?
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Piggy Bank
In first grade, my teacher told me the best way to get rich was to write down all the words I’ve never seen before on pieces of scratch paper and put them into a piggy bank Since then, I’ve been a collector of words— Chinese characters on the dusty Beijing street signs English letters highlighted in children’s books on the thick, soft carpet of the ESL classroom French conjugations scribbled on an assignment completed five minutes before the start of 5th period Japanese words discovered in the Digimon character songs and sung offkey in karaoke rooms And the occasional “schadenfreude” and “hasta
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I wish these seasons eternal
I wish these seasons eternal That there will never come a day when this place becomes a beachfront property and only rain falls like memories of snowflakes That the Californian sun will never burn the skin on your nose here That saltwater never kisses the sacred rose garden with his lips dry and rough as the desert That the leaves fall and bless the streets with their lifeblood every autumn and the snow embraces the earth every December to put the squirrels to sleep The Californian sun has no place here Don't long for it; don't dream of it Believe me, I've fallen in love enough times with that perennial blue sky to know that it needs to stay
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Unconditional
His mother told him she loves him With a love as unconditional as the weather That if he can rise above these inner wind demons shouting for freedom And just accept that humans need money just as bacteria need the stinky Luria Broth in the bio lab he’s failing Then would she polish him off—like her best trophy—and send him to drown in the flood of admiring relatives His father told him that he gave him kindness Like a kind Samaritan would a traveler That if he just keep on trying And just realize that abyss that he has fallen in is just a little gap in the earth Then the ropes, magnanimously placed by countless tutors, coun
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What the adults never told the three-year-olds...
Why you must always tell the truth: Only after you lose someone Do you realize that Life is too Short To lie (...and by then, it's too late.)
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Eclaircie
Your smiles are faithful like the inconstant moon --and precious like sun's kisses through thunderclouds That time you sat in the second seat by the window, letting your eyes catch their breaths from too much staring at the ceiling counting sheep as the teacher lectured on about the heart four chambers--just enough to hold: a smile, a tear, a dream, a fear-- I drew a rainbow worm on your lab report and you tried to glare at me intimidatingly but I led my heart back to the powerpoint projection and through the corner of my eyes, caught you laughing Or that day when the humidity cloaked us, walking to pick up a children's book that I didn't n
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California Winter
Sun-rain opens skies And mouths, thirsty for a taste Of mineral warmth Tenderly, it falls Caressing snowy cheeks of Asphodel petals Ripples in a pond Erase oak tree reflections Drowning amber fall Thunder laughs, clouds shake And pitter-patter onto Xylophone ceilings If tears leave scars, rain Would squeeze petrichor from earth To carve with heaven
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Seasons of the Silkworm
Let love embrace this world too cold to bear And spin a silk cocoon as autumn ends. The fragile heart which dangles in the air Begins its waking dream as faith transcends: The childish Self dissolving in the storm, Exposing fluid hopes which fate enchains. The poignant pain that lingers in the warmth Becomes the lonely aching heart's refrain. As snow runs into streams and flowers bloom, The light of time melts iridescent strings. The patient lover from its winter tomb Emerges into sunshine, spreads its wings. (Perhaps it grows soft wings to fly away. And yet, I wish you'd stay, I wish you'd stay.)
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A Message from the Year 1890
Your great-great-great-grandfather saw the closing of the frontier, sighing as he looked out into the filled corn-colored horizon, remembering, as your great-great-great-grandmother's kitchen filled with the aroma of chocolate-chipped cookies that on the day he took off with her in a horse-drawn wagon there was the same warm smell, a last treat of home. And now this is their home, and now their children's home as they can no longer go out into that corn-colored horizon and find a place to build their lives free from society's judgments and make their lives their own. He climbed atop a hill and found that place that he liked
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The State of Living
he crawled through the rubble limping over the tumbled buildings the broken bodies shadows of mayflies he was alone but he was alive (but he was alone) no one left no one left to hate (no one left to love?) he remembered God created the world because He was lonely now, he became Him in a lonely world He sat down He looked up He couldn't see the stars but He knew they were there (they must be there) He laughed joyfully, perhaps (one more person left to love) He was alive
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Rules of Being a Flower
Rule 1. Always smile. Even with life bleeding out of the wound of where they cut you from your roots, smile brightly and let the guests of the party gaze upon your vibrant colors (a passionate red of a rose, the startling yellow of a sunflower, the pondering purple of an orchid, alone in a pot by the door) Rule 2: Hide your imperfections (a ruined petal, a shriveling leaf) because the hostess will throw you out the door and deprive youof the mindless chatter and dainty fingers of your buzzing honeybee company don't let them see your tears Rule 3: Drink plenty of water. It's the only thing sustaining you: these hydrogen and oxygen atoms
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California Winter
Sun-rain opens skies And mouths, thirsty for a taste Of mineral warmth Tenderly, it falls Caressing snowy cheeks of Asphodel petals Ripples in a pond Erase oak tree reflections Drowning amber fall Thunder laughs, clouds shake And pitter-patter onto Xylophone ceilings If tears leave scars, rain Would squeeze petrichor from earth To carve with heaven
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Coming onto DA again after so many years is so nostalgic, ahhh...Seeing the platform makes me feel the same excitement I used to feel--that feeling that I can make friends with anyone~ Hope everyone has been doing well!
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Coming back to DA once in a while reminds me that I actually had a lot of online friends that I've been neglecting ever since college started ^^; Sorry everyone. Life, you know. I think last time I checked regularly was in high school; I'm about to g ...
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April is National Poetry Month!
...and I'm doing the 30/30 challenge, which means I'll be writing a poem every day of the month! Hopefully I can follow through!
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GabyCoutinoHobbyist General Artist
Nice gallery ♥
littlecloudflowerStudent Writer
Thank you! I'm not on DA much anymore but appreciate you visiting my gallery. :love:
SilverInkblotHobbyist Writer
Thank you for the collects :D
thank you for the favorite :heart:
KajmHobbyist Writer
Thanks for the watch. I hope the articles I wrote will be helpful to you.